Modern poetry in late autumn

Late Autumn Modern Poetry 1

I twist an autumn leaf in my hand

Standing at the highest point and feeling nature

The countless Sadness pierces the heart

Wandering in late autumn with inexplicable emotions

Wandering on a lonely path

Lingering thoughts are rippling waves

I am used to seeing the impetuousness of smoke and willows in the world

Even late autumn can still make people infatuated

But ah! Late autumn is still late autumn

But any emotional lover

cannot appreciate it calmly

Because there is always an unspeakable sadness in his heart

Look! The dead leaves swayed on the branches with a wisp of breeze

In late autumn, the world was rendered in orange

It was scattered everywhere Sad lovesickness

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the forest path between the pavilions

Emitting a light as colorful as blood

Tourists walking in it!

It is being engulfed by it bit by bit

Those proud and fragrant flowers in the past

Now, they are like eggplants beaten by frost.

Reflecting the setting sun, withering from petals to flower roots

Only half a breath left to struggle with fate

What kind of magic does late autumn have?

Making life mature and then lonely

Everything that was originally full of vitality

The autumn wind sweeps away everything and returns to dust. Late Autumn Modern Poetry 2

A gust of wind blows Behind you

Sighs become autumn’s back

The dove’s whistle blows autumn’s thoughts

into a dark and harmonious tone

You are a bird flying across the plains

Carrying a clear white cloud in its mouth

Giving it to the sleepy thoughts of the mountains

The scenery sent from the distant mountains

What is the coolness of autumn that it brings

Facing the dim memories spread by the setting sun

My mood

It’s actually a bit dim at dusk

A gust of wind cannot carry the sorrow of a cloud

Time is dancing gently behind you

Lost in the wind here The broken ball is cool

Thoughts are flowing and fallen leaves are flying

Reach out to touch the emotional snowflakes

I can still feel the dust of those years

Still burning the fire of the old mood

The seeds of sunshine, the source of emotion

Still like the fermented air flow

Gurgling The ground comforts our hearts

Even though the warmth of memories can ignite the cool season

In the gap of time

There is no real river that can turn back

Just like this slowly passing autumn

I will no longer look for what I have lost

I will no longer keep what I have missed

Just be silent Waiting for this eternal state of mind

Those passing emotions can also be harvested

It can also be harvested again in late autumn Late Autumn Modern Poetry 3

Maple Leaf Already red

The north wind is staggering on the road

All the nostalgia is still hanging on the branches

Just watching silently

Let the tears Flow on the bright red leaves

Then condense into concern

Make the last prayer before the arrival of winter

The time from chung to autumn is short

As short as the time of a cigarette

The footsteps of time sometimes

It is so light and lingering

That red leaf

How like eyes red from crying

Following the rut of longing

Falling all the way away

Autumn is a sign of maturity

Autumn is not the end

It is a period of rest

It is also the nirvana of next rebirth

Touching autumn

There is only silence Joy

No sadness

Going through a summer

Going through many ups and downs

Autumn precipitation

Farewell to late autumn

My heart is filled with warmth because

The distance between winter and spring is only a cigarette.

Late Autumn Modern Poetry 4

When the sky is full of colorful clouds

You and the reed flowers fly together at the end of the sunset

When you inadvertently, you bypass me and wait for me Human face

Some people say you are the joy of the harvest

Some people say you are the sorrow that wraps around the branches

In fact, I linger at night reading you

You were in my heart at that time, and the crow flew across the vast sky

I said you, I will always remember you

When I was young, I was singing I hummed you softly in the song

I don’t have a single gray hair

And you are the poem of the night crawling in the years

If, today You are dormant in the corner of the season

Am I cocooning in a volume of poetry

Give yourself peace

Waiting for spring in silence

If I seal a piece of Buddhist saying

Would it take five hundred years to break out of the cocoon

Who says you are not a painter

You will end up feeling lovesick Painted in plain colors

But also in the boring emptiness

Naughty, apply the fiery and wanton handfuls

I saw, Begonia has become Caught fire

Sorghum became fire

The maple forest at the foot of the mountain

Burned the earth, burned the branches

Also My dream of passing by ignited

Season has always been a legend of two worlds

I also said goodbye to the last one in a graceful poem.

Batch the geese flying south

When you follow the footsteps of Yilanfeng

Peel off the rice in the distant mountains

I give you the happiest hug

Perhaps it is you, the clearness of your Qingjiang River is the clean water

In a frosty night, I crossed the black magpie with a string

Perhaps it is you, light and ethereal. A flowing cloud

When the sky is high, it passes through my eyes

Perhaps it is you, so close to me on a dimly lit night

I often imagine that you are the glass on the moonlit night

Or, you are hidden in the seven Big Dipper stars

How could I forget you

I forgot to breathe, and I can’t forget you

That year, I loved you

That year, I left you

That year I , humming you softly

That year, I wrapped you gracefully in a graceful poem

That year, I recorded you on a CD and sealed it in In memories one after another

That year, when I look back, you were leaning against the railing in the setting sun among the green clouds and daylilies

That year, your tears melted into the continuous autumn rain

< p> Your poems that year were very narrow, as narrow as a slender path of fallen flowers in my hometown

And I went to the appointment tacitly and listened to the thoughts of falling flowers

You also said to me , you sleep quietly among the fallen flowers on the ground

You know, right, I am always with you

Dear, I will remember you

Dear, I will fall in love with you

I like you---plain appearance

October---late autumn